My Mistake

I’m sorry, I answered the wrong question,
I thought you were asking about me,
About where I came from, about where I’ll go.
It’s not my fault He threw a red sock in,
Testing the boundaries of goodness and sin,
Pressing your buttons
And pulling your strings
I truly can’t help it,
And if I could, I would stop,
Pause long enough for you to hear the penny drop,
I would smile at the scene
Straight out of a Greek tragedy
A play for the eyes
A character for the mind
Searching for something they never will find.
Honestly, I’m sorry, it’s my mistake you see
That I’ve held up a mirror
So you can see your reflection clearer,
Because no matter how far I push that boulder
It’s just me and the devil on my shoulder.